Gabrielle Bossis.
April 17 – 1948
April 17 – 1948
The syntax did not hang together.
There is magnetism in pondering, and in chewing the cud.
Gabrielle's words skip breaths.
Then His voice listens, and His word switches on light.
'This is His love.' 'Is it so difficult to think of your Lord.'
'This is His love.' 'Is it so difficult to think of your Lord.'
Gabrielle Bossis HE AND i
1948 April
17 -
"Lord, I should so love
to live Your words,
and I am always myself,
still my old self."
"Is it so
difficult to think of your Lord? Is it so difficult to talk with Him
and to keep Him company?
When you meet someone
in a waiting room, don't you
instinctively approach that person and in a kindly way do your best to make the
time pass pleasantly for him? And if he were a poet, or a scholar, or someone
great in the eyes of the world, wouldn't you go even further and show more joy?
My child, it’s a
God who is waiting at the door of your heart, a God who is all yours and who is
in you. You open to Him when you talk to Him, when you look at Him, when
you try to take your thoughts off the things around you so that you may
turn them to Him with the utmost tenderness.
Don't think that this is a fable I'm telling you. It
is the simple reality. But as it's all happening in the shadow land
where everything is imperfection, you find it difficult to believe, and
you are slow in acting upon it. That is why I am like that person in
the waiting room. If only you could approach Me more often with all
your kind charm, you might suspect My
long yearnings. You might think, 'He's waiting for the world.' Yes, My
little child, for everyone, and for such a long, long time... I
came to Bethlehem to seek them and I shall go on seeking them right
to the end of the world.
This is the patience of
God. This is His love. Then how could you ever understand? Yet it would be
very sweet to believe, wouldn't it? So quicken your faith by telling Me
about it often. More often. Don't get weary: you will hope more and
love more. It's your great God who wants you greatly, My very frail little
girl."
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